"Told you," she said with a wink.
Rylan drank his too. "Mmm. Yeah, not bad."
He nodded toward the buffet. "Looks like the food’s out. Hungry?"
"Starving."
We walked over together. The long tables were filled with steaming trays of food: roasted meats, creamy potatoes, grilled vegetables, rich stews, and baskets of warm bread. There were even small desserts arranged like artwork: tiny tarts and sugared nuts.
Alexandra grabbed a plate. "You two seriously need to get out more. First you’re hiding, then you’re pouting, then you’re dancing like you’re at your fiftieth anniversary. You’re young. Be fun!"
Rylan grinned. "We’re just practicing."
"Practicing for what?"
"Our future anniversary," he said while nudging me. "We plan to be that couple who still slow-dances in the kitchen."
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